The 100th anniversary of the Dihao Group is only less than a month away, and the entire design department is very busy.

The clothing design part requires Mr. Si and his female companions to design the clothes they wore during the 100th anniversary celebration, and the task of the venue is even more important.

The entire design department staff were busy, like a great enemy, and they were all nervous.

The pressure faced by Minister Zhang Chaowen made his temper soar. He could hear his roar in the office outside:

"What are you doing? The buffet table for the Centennial Day celebration is here. Do you think the guests are here to have a meal?"

"A century-old celebration, the custom of our Chinese people is to celebrate. Do you have a white funeral?"

"Can you design it? You've fed dogs all the things you learned in college? What a mess!"

“…”

Everyone in the design department was frightened, walking on thin ice, afraid of touching Zhang Chaowen's bad head.

Zhuang Nana is a new employee, and all she can do is run errands and copy something, but even so, she is so busy that she feels that she can move the work station to the printing room.

The blood blister that was squeezed out last Friday had not subsided yet, but now when I move, I feel my fingers hurt.

But I also have to take out the copied items from the copier over and over again and put them back.

At twelve o'clock noon, the phone rang on time.

When I opened it, I saw that it was Ji Chen's text message asking her to go upstairs for lunch.

Zhuang Nanai looked up at the people around her. All the employees were working hard, and they kept working. There was a stack of information next to her, all of which needed to be copied ten times. At this time, she threw down her work and went to dinner, which was to ask for scolding.

Zhuang Nanai sighed, thinking of the delicious takeaway in Judelou, swallowed and sent a text message to Ji Chen: [Working overtime at noon, I won’t go upstairs to have dinner.]

As soon as the text message was sent, Zhang Chaowen walked out of the office and saw her first. He immediately scolded, "Zhuang Nanai! Everyone is so busy. Do you actually have the leisure to play with your phone?! I think you think your work is too easy, right?"

Zhuang Nana:…!

Well, she doesn't remember the villain's mistakes and doesn't know him as much as he does. Zhuang Nana lowered her head and was very respectful, but her left ear came in and her right ear came out. She wouldn't lose a piece of meat if someone said a few words.

Zhang Chaowen cursed a few times, but he felt it was not painful. Zhuang Nanai's attitude made him feel like he was hitting the cotton with one punch.

With a cold snorting, he looked at the staff present, "A meeting will be held on time at 1:00 pm!"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly burst into laughter.

This time is the peak meal time at noon, and they have not prepared anything they need to prepare for during the afternoon meeting!

Only one hour left is not enough for them to go downstairs to queue up to buy food!

Someone couldn't help but say, "Minister, should you feed the Wudiao Temple first before working~"

When Zhang Chaowen heard this, he finally felt hungry, but looking at the time, it was really not enough. He glanced at Zhuang Nana who was still standing next to the copier and ordered: "Zhuang Nana, go downstairs and Hegu to buy lunch boxes for everyone!"

It's her again?

Zhuang Nanai opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Zhang Chaowen turned around and entered his office.

Zhuang Nainai suddenly felt that one head and two big ones.

How could she bring back fifty lunch boxes?
Chapter completed!